The Superior Breed

2004

oil on canvas

24" X 24"

This is my homage to the great hunter. I, myself, do not understand it. I don't buy the natural instinct thing because I have it, but hunt in the supermarket. I really think it is a learned behavior; a tradition in families. I think I can understand the feeling of it. The instinct to survive does give us the ability to kill. I just don't like the way it is done.

Here is the recipe: One fat-assed redneck, one high-powered rifle that can shoot a hole through a steel door, one scope on the rifle with the ability to zero in on something five miles away, and last but not least, a tree stand to wait, semi-comfortably in for hours.

Bow hunters are not excluded form this. Just substitute the rifle for a 780 pound bow with so many pulleys a baby could pull it back. They too have the scope.

So, next we just wait for Bambi to happen by and BINGO!

The great hunter has conquered.

You wanna impress me? Put a bowie knife in your teeth and drop out of that tree onto it's back. Then slit it's throat.

That is more like hunting.

So, check him out. Can't walk a flight of stairs, but he got him a dang six point. DANG!